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A FIRST SUMMER CAMP EXPERIENCE - PART 1 OF 2
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Jakko had been looking forward to his first summer camp experience all year. Jakko, a very tall and sexy looking Dutch dude, had been traveling all over the globe with his parents. The longest he had spent in one place was at his grandparent's farm in the low countries. They kept horses, and it was Jakko's task to take care of them. So the choice for 'Camp Ridemhart' was a given. The camp was part of a large complex. It was part of a stud farm breeding Haflinger horses. A beautiful light brown breed with blond mane's. From the folders, Jakko could see the surroundings were charming. And the hot-looking cowboys were even more appealing to him. Jakko was into that kind of shit himself. He always fancied getting ridden hard by a ranch-hand or two.
Jakko was at the agreed pickup point early. Documenting his every step with his camera. When he saw the school bus coming, the camera picked up how some of the campers paid the bus driver to leave him standing there. Those posh assholes even had the bus driver flip him off.
Of course, Jakko quickly called the camp's director. But he was being a prick as well. Telling the junior counselor to take a train instead. He even went so far as to tell Jakko not to bother coming at all. Since he had given his spot to some rich guys son instead. The director got an earful from Jakko. He was studying law at university. So the camp manager gave in. Giving Jakko the details for the train ride. Telling him, he would meet a few other 'lost' campers there.
When Jakko arrived at the train station, he got jumped by 22 other campers. They had seen Jakko's camp badge pinned to his denim jacket. The guys and girls were in a full-on panic. So it was on Jakko to get them sorted out and take them to 'Camp Ridemhart' himself.
"Sir, ... Are you a cowboy?" asked one of the younger campers. Looking Jakko up and down in awe. "Ha ... If you say so ..." joked Jakko friendly. But the lad was sort of right. Jakko did look a bit like an urban cowboy. Dressed fully in denim. Wearing cowboy boots, an orange bandana around his neck, and a guitar on his back. With his 6'7", half-long brown hair and beautiful eyes, he could certainly pass for a cowboy.
On the train, he got all the campers in one carriage, and they finally calmed down a little. Jakko quickly learned that he was not the only one left standing at the pickup point. Jakko told them: "Let's not worry about that now. I'll take you all to camp. And then we just have to make our own fun there."
Jakko pulled out his guitar and taught the campers a few songs. Even singing a lewd and horny drinking song with them. That got some of the older campers turned on a bit. Billy, an 18-year-old senior camper, even pulled out his big dick. Telling Jakko to 'ride-em-hard'. Jakko and the campers laughed their asses off. And he joked: "Maybe later stud ... But first, we are about to stop at the next station!". The group laughed even harder now. And the lad tried to put his prick away quickly.
In fact, the joke turned sour on him. As he caught himself in his zipper. Jakko took the guy to the toilet to help him 'Free Willy', so to say. And once he did, the guy shoved the beautiful packer against Jakko's face. It immediately sprang back to life. Jakko looked up at the camper. And the lad said with a husky voice: "Go for it, stud ... I know you want it! ... And I need it badly ... Go on, suck it!".
Jakko blew the guy's mind. Sucking him off deeply. Twirling his tongue around the swollen cockhead. He made the guy explode in his mouth. Much sooner then the lad had wanted. "Don't worry about it ... A little quick ... but you tasted nice!" smiled Jakko. Looking up at the disappointed guy. "We got 2 months to try this out some more ..." Billy was a little relieved and ashamed at the same time. "I'd like that ... I thought I would be the only gay guy at camp." told Billy softly. "Bull-shit ..." said Jakko. "You just wait and see ... there will be plenty of opportunities this summer ... You'll get the hang of it, Bill". They hugged, cleaned themselves up, and walked back over to the rest of the campers with a dirty grin on their faces.
Jakko had arranged a bus to pick them up from their train-stop. Once the campers knew that they were on their final leg of the journey to camp, the atmosphere changed for the better.
At least for them. Jakko got told off by the camp director. As his spot as a counselor was taken, he got told to leave. Even before his first summer camp experience had started, it got cut off short. From the stuff he saw on the way over to the camp, he also had noticed that things were not as the brochures had let him believe. 'Camp Ridemhart' was run down. The cabins were rotten, paint was peeling, and the gravel roads were full of potholes.
The posh guys, in their 'Camp Ridemhart' T-shirts, laughed meanly when Jakko got told to get lost. Because there was supposedly no room for one more camper.
With his gear in hand, he walked back to the station. But Jakko took a wrong turn on the way back. He ended up at a locked gate. With a sign telling it was off-limits to campers.
From the other side, he saw a limo pull up. So he opened the gate for them. When the car pulled up next to Jakko, the back window opened up. An older gentleman asked why Jakko was there. The man looked like a muscular version of Colonel Sanders, the KFC-man. Jakko quickly told him he came for the camp, but that his spot as a counselor was given to some rich guy's son. And that they did not even want to pay him back his camp-fee.
Colonel Todd Hart told him to stay waiting for him near the gate. And to keep away from the corral next to it. The stallion in there was a mean son-of-a-bitch. He said warningly to Jakko. Mister Hart told Jakko he would be right back with the money. Once the car had passed the gate, Jakko closed it and went to look at the beautiful thoroughbred stallion.
A magnificent, powerful, blond Haflinger horse. But the stallion was bucking at every step it took. And Jakko recognized the fire in the horse's mean-looking eyes. Yet somehow, he felt safe enough climbing up on the fence and let the horse charge at him. Knowing the stallion wasn't as mean as they told Jakko.
It was true. The stallion stopped inches from Jakko. Who had noticed the horse was shaking his head a lot. And with a quick glance, he saw the horse had a nasty ear problem. Plucking some prickly grass seeds from the horses' ears. That calmed the horse right down. Sniffing Jakko and letting himself be petted by him. The stallion even pulled Jakko into the pasture. He knelt down, inviting Jakko to ride him bareback.
That made Jakko's day. He had made a new friend. Even though it wasn't a human. He rode the horse around the pen a few times. Guiding him by pulling on a fist full of the horses' mane's. Jakko walked the horse over to the gate. Cleaning some stones from the horses' hooves. And the stallion let it all happen. Trusting this human completely.
One of the cowboys that had seen Jakko in the pasture had run over to him. Telling him to get the fuck out of there and that he was in grave danger. But he was amazed at how calm 'Mister' was reacting to Jakko's touch.
Jakko talked a little with the stupified Ian. A handsome devil of a stud. Powerful muscular cowboy physique and blond wavy hair from under a white Stetson cowboy hat. 'Mister' was right in their face. Not wanting to miss a second of the conversation between the two humans. Even notching Jakko a few times to go ride with him again. Ian told him to ride 'Mister' to the yard to help clean him up. However, when Jakko got off the horse, the foreman came running at him with his bull-whip in hand. He struck Jakko down with one blow. Ripping the denim jacket sleeve, clean off his left arm. Shouting and cursing at poor Jakko like a drunk sailor.
Meanwhile, the farms' owner, Todd Hart, had returned. Ian quickly told him what was going on. The foreman got told off harshly by the old man. And Ian got ordered to take Jakko to the bunkhouse.
When Jakko awoke, Ian was lying on the bunk next to his. He was wanking himself off over some gay porn magazine.
"Need a hand with that?" asked Jakko softly. Ian looked over at Jakko and smiled at him. He got up and walked over to Jakko. "How are you feeling, son? ... Rod had knocked you out cold ... You fell straight in a pile of crap, so we had to clean you up, and wash your clothes ... But not to worry, 'Mister' has defended your honor. He kicked Rod's ass!"
Jakko put a hand on Ian's masterpiece. Weighing the plumb balls and caressing the shaft. Ian lent forward a bit, and Jakko lovingly took the hot cock in his mouth. Sucking him off in the same tempo as Ian had been wanking. Ian started to sweat and breathe a lot faster. He was clearly enjoying this attention, not having had any oral sex in months. He was very impressed by the 19-year-old's abilities. Ian grabbed Jakko's dick and jerked him off. Even letting his hand wander to the lads back-door. Sliding 2 rough fingers straight in there. Jakko noticed that someone had been lubing his hole while he was out cold. But he did not care anymore. All he wanted was to get ridden hard by this cowboy. And with one look, Ian knew how he could soothe the aching boy.
Jakko saw how Ian put a rubber on his nice cock, and he tried to pull up his legs in anticipation. But the pain of some bruised ribs and the cuts on his left arm prevented that.
"Take it easy, son! ... Let me do all the heavy lifting ... You just lay there and look pretty!" panted Ian, horny as fuck. Ian lubed up his dick and shoved the 8" slowly into Jakko's ass. Laying the lad's legs in his neck, he started to ride the hole with long tender strokes. Jakko looked up at the 26-year-old and sighed profoundly and sharply as he got penetrated by him. Ian got a firm grip on Jakko's packer as if he was grabbing the horn of a saddle for leverage.
As time got by, the two of them got hotter and hornier. Ian was screwing the best hole he had fucked in years. And Ian wasn't even gay! Jakko had seen the ring on his finger. With some sharp thrusts inside Jakko's butt, Ian announced that he was going to shoot him.
Jakko joked: "I do hope you mean with that lovely hard cock of yours and not with a gun. I have had enough trouble for one day!"
Ian toppled over onto Jakko, laughing hard. The joke had ripped Ian right out of his concentration. And as they laughingly kissed, he had to start all over again. Jakko did not mind that one bit. It had been a while since he was fucked by a muscle stud like Ian. And he had already learned some new tricks from him he was dying to try out himself.
Ian pulled out and placed Jakko on his belly over a desk in the bunkroom. Screwing him hard from behind. It did not take long before Ian ripped off the rubber, spraying a hot load over Jakko's back. Then sliding his dirty cock directly bareback into Jakko's hole again. Resting his body on the sperm covered back of Jakko. Kissing his neck and whispering: "Fuck! ... I needed that ... thanks, man ... You got a hot ass, son ... Wait until the rest of the guys take a turn on your hole!" Ian reached around and milked a sticky load from Jakko's 10" cock. His leather-gloved hand felt really lovely and rough on the boy-toy. "Oh shit ... O, God ... I am close, man ... Milk me dry, cowboy ... I am going to ... Ah ... Shit ... Here it cums ... Oh yeah ... Argh ... Hmm ... Oh fuck yeah." panted Jakko hot and bothered. It didn't take long before Jakko unloaded massive streams of spunk right on to the glove. Ian made Jakko lick some of it up, before sucking the rest off himself. "Damn stud ... You needed that too ... Didn't you? ... Remind me to take that monster up my hole sometime ... I could use a good drilling my self! ... Fuck, this was nicer than my girl!" panted Ian hornily.
"Tell me who hired you? I know it wasn't Rodney. He hates gays ... Just as much as he hates campers ... Oh, good God! ... Tell me you're not a fucking camper ... I'd be in so much fucking trouble if you are!" shouted Ian worriedly.
"Technically, I was a counselor, and I am 19 years old." told Jakko. "And since I was kicked out before my job started there, I can't be considered as camper either."
Jakko continued: "Could you slide out, please. This position is starting to hurt my ribs." Ian quickly removed himself from Jakko's gaping ass. Dropped behind him and licked the wide-open hole with his tongue. That sent waves of pleasure throughout Jakko's body.
Bradly, a strong black man, saw Ian rimming Jakko from the hallway. He hissed at Ian: "Lookout! ... Rod is coming!" Ian jumped up and scooped Jakko up off the desk. Laying him under a blanket on his bunk. Jakko quickly hid Ian's gay porn magazines under the pillow. Just in time before foreman Rod rushed in.
"Ah ... Finally awake, I see? ... The Colonel wanted me to say I am sorry and tell you to get dressed. He invites you to dine with us tonight. Only God knows why?"
"Go on then? ... I am waiting!" asked Jakko. Looking mean at foreman Rod.
"What the fuck do you mean, asshole?" shouted Rod angrily.
"You wanted to apologize and give me your leather jacket so I could get dressed. Seeing as you ripped my coat! ... and it's Mister Asshole to you, Sir!" said Jakko boisterously. He had seen Todd Hart standing behind foreman Rod.
Mister Hart called Bradly back. "Bradly! ... Get Rodney paid up and out of here before noon tomorrow! ... Rod, you're fired! ... Get your stuff and get lost! ... I never want to see you on my property ever again!" shouted Colonel Hart meanly.
Bradly looked at Ian and at the Colonel in surprise. "Yes, Sir! ... With pleasure! ... Sir." exclaimed Bradly.
"Oh ... hmm ... One more thing, Rodney ... The boy had a point earlier... You owe him a jacket! ... Bradly, take the cash for a full set of new clothes out Rod's last pay-check! ... And give the bull-whip to the boy!" said Todd Hart, squinting at Rod. The foreman stormed off angry, to collect his gear. "How are you doing, lad? ... " wanted mister Hart to know.
"Well, I am a bit cold and a bit naked. However, Ian took excellent care of me, Sir. But where am I to go now? My summer camp days seem to be canceled, and I am hurting quite a bit. But I don't want to be any trouble either, Sir." answered Jakko politely. Earning Ian some browny points with the Colonel.
"I'll get Peter and Wesley to fetch your gear. And I do hope you dine with us tonight. Then we will discuss what to do with you ... Legally the judge told us you need to be at least 21 to work at the farm. But I think I know a way around that if you're willing to build your own cabin and help out getting some repairs to the camp started." said mister Hart friendly.
"It will be my pleasure, Sir. I do have a bit of experience repairing farm vehicles and building sheds," answered Jakko happily.
"Good lad ... I'll see you at dinner then! ... Ian, take the boy to town and get him a cool leather jacket! ... Fuck ... Leather him up completely if he wants it ... We'll make a cowboy out of you yet, son! ... I like you already!" joked the Colonel. Smiling for the first time in decades.
Ian introduced Jakko to the twins, Peter and Wesley, when they brought his bags to the bunkhouse. The men were in their late twenties. But didn't look a day over 25. Their smooth tattooed hides glistened from the hard day's work they had done. Jakko slid naked from under the sheets, and Wesley wolf-whistled at the sight of Jakko's bare ass. Peter admired the tribal tattoo on Jakko's right shoulder. But both were blown away by the size of Jakko's manhood. Dropping straight to their knees to take a closer look. Ian grinned at Jakko. And Jakko felt his dick being serviced by two tongues at once. For a while, Jakko allowed the guys to please him. They made his 10" stand to full attention in no time.
"Nice toy, buster! ... Your girl must be proud of it?" asked Wesley, impressed.
"Hahaha ... Well, if you want to be my girl, then you may be proud of it some times?" winked Jakko dirty at the two studs.
"Ah ... So you swing that way ... Cool! ... now that Rod is gone, I do hope things can heat up around here. Nothing better than a hot cock, on a cold night! ... Right, Ian?" sighed Peter. And Ian agreed completely.
Ian took Jakko shopping, and they arrived back just in time for dinner. Peter and Wesley did a marvelous job. Creating a feast meal if ever there was one. Even the Colonel ate with the men. Something he had not been doing for decades either. When Jakko walked in, he showed his new leather jacket and black leather chaps to the men. And mister Hart gave him a black leather cowboy hat with the logo of the camp.
"Jakko ... that's a damned good look on you, son!" said the Colonel proudly. "If you want, I have a job for you as a groundsman. The pay is excellent if you work hard and do your work well."
Mister Hart looked at his men and saw they were pleased with the arrangement. "There will be some more changes around here, boys! ... Bradley, I need you and Ian to be foreman from now on. Jakko, you directly report to Ian. Seeing as he used to be the camp's groundsman. And I will check the camp's books and fire the director's ass if I find one comma out of place!" All the men were pleased with the new arrangements.
"Hmm ... Sorry to interrupt ... but could someone direct me to the toilets ... I need to piss like a racehorse ... I haven't been since this morning." said Jakko flustered. And the men laughed hard at that bold remark.
"Come with me, son! ... I'll show you the trough." answered Bradly, grabbing at his crotch.
"Cool ... But could you all please stop calling me son, please? ... My name is Jakko, or Jack for short." asked Jakko.
"Yeah, sure ... And we'll call you Jackoff, for long, I bet ... Son!" Joked the Colonel gruffly. And the men rolled on the floor laughing.
Bradly put an arm around Jakko as they walked to the toilet block in the bunkhouse. Jakko got a shock when he saw the girth of Bradly's big black manhood. "I do hope you get to stay here ... I'd love to stuff this little prick in your twink ass sometime," asked Bradly.
"Fucking hell ... Only if you work me open slowly with plenty of lube ... That splendid thing is huge! ... Man, I bet you're bigger than 'Mister'!" sighed Jakko worriedly.
The guys both took a wicket piss in the metal trough. Laughing at each other's horniness. "What did mister Hart mean when he wanted me to build my own cabin? ... Can't I stay here in the bunkhouse?" asked Jakko.
"We had some trouble with the law when some cowboys abused some campers here. The judge banned us from having campers over, and anyone living here needs to be at least 21 or older. I think Todd wants you to live in the old groundskeepers' workshop near the camp's parking lot. But the cabin is run down ..." answered Bradly jerking his big black meat hard. He looked over at Jakko and then down to his dick. "I do hope you left room for dessert, Jack."
Jakko was up for a challenge. And sucked the enormous black dick. In no time, he got it fully erect. Bradly dropped his pants to his cowboy boots and spread them. And Jakko vacuumed the fat schlong down. Making Bradly roll his eyes in pleasure. "Take it, son! ... Swallow it ... " he screamed as his legs started to shake. Jakko got the milkshake delivered deep into his mouth. Once Bradly was done, Jakko stood back up. Showing the juices on his tongue. Bradly grabbed the lad close and sucked it straight out of his dirty mouth. Jakko was more than one foot taller than the stocky muscled Bradly. So he towered over him as Bradly grabbed his ass. "Fuck, that was nice, boy! ... " sighed Bradly out of breath. Jakko pulled Bradly's head to his chest and whispered: "Hope we can do that again some time ... I do like me some horse-hung stud every now and then!".
Back at the dinner table, the men ate dessert, and mister Hart handed Jakko a contract. Jakko signed at the dotted line. And did not even check how much money he was going to earn for this gig. When Jakko finally did, he nearly fainted in joy. This really was a well-paying job with a lot of benefits. And the hours were very reasonable. Leaving him time to join in some camp activities. After dinner, Ian took Jakko on a tour of the facilities. And showed him the barn with all the old disused groundskeepers' equipment.
Jakko's mind was racing already. He could see himself fixing up the digger, roller, crane, and the old paving equipment. That pleased Ian no end. "Finally, someone who is willing to give it a try." sighed Ian, happy. He also showed Jakko the old groundskeepers workshop and the lawnmowers and other tools Jakko would be working with. And even the run-down state of the cabin did not bother Jakko one bit. He directly setup a cod and blocked off the broken windows together with Ian.
Ian spent the night curled up next to Jakko in the cabin. Making out a little and talking about how Jakko was going to fix up his cottage. Jack told Ian that he had a plan to fix up the roads to the stud farm as well. Ian told him about his duties. Stroking Jakko's cock, making it grow under his rough touch. Waving Jakko's hard dick in the air. Ian went down on him. Every now and then stopping the hot blowjob, to tell Jakko about his other duties. As well as keeping the grass cut, Jack would need to repair any of the broken camp equipment. Like mountain-bikes, cross motors, and race boat engines. Jakko already liked the ideas they floated around. The two of them fell asleep in each other's arms. Jakko had never slept this excellently.
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Jakko had been looking forward to his first summer camp experience all year. Jakko, a very tall and sexy looking Dutch dude, had been traveling all over the globe with his parents. The longest he had spent in one place was at his grandparent's farm in the low countries. They kept horses, and it was Jakko's task to take care of them. So the choice for 'Camp Ridemhart' was a given. The camp was part of a large complex. It was part of a stud farm breeding Haflinger horses. A beautiful light brown breed with blond mane's. From the folders, Jakko could see the surroundings were charming. And the hot-looking cowboys were even more appealing to him. Jakko was into that kind of shit himself. He always fancied getting ridden hard by a ranch-hand or two.
Jakko was at the agreed pickup point early. Documenting his every step with his camera. When he saw the school bus coming, the camera picked up how some of the campers paid the bus driver to leave him standing there. Those posh assholes even had the bus driver flip him off.
Of course, Jakko quickly called the camp's director. But he was being a prick as well. Telling the junior counselor to take a train instead. He even went so far as to tell Jakko not to bother coming at all. Since he had given his spot to some rich guys son instead. The director got an earful from Jakko. He was studying law at university. So the camp manager gave in. Giving Jakko the details for the train ride. Telling him, he would meet a few other 'lost' campers there.
When Jakko arrived at the train station, he got jumped by 22 other campers. They had seen Jakko's camp badge pinned to his denim jacket. The guys and girls were in a full-on panic. So it was on Jakko to get them sorted out and take them to 'Camp Ridemhart' himself.
"Sir, ... Are you a cowboy?" asked one of the younger campers. Looking Jakko up and down in awe. "Ha ... If you say so ..." joked Jakko friendly. But the lad was sort of right. Jakko did look a bit like an urban cowboy. Dressed fully in denim. Wearing cowboy boots, an orange bandana around his neck, and a guitar on his back. With his 6'7", half-long brown hair and beautiful eyes, he could certainly pass for a cowboy.
On the train, he got all the campers in one carriage, and they finally calmed down a little. Jakko quickly learned that he was not the only one left standing at the pickup point. Jakko told them: "Let's not worry about that now. I'll take you all to camp. And then we just have to make our own fun there."
Jakko pulled out his guitar and taught the campers a few songs. Even singing a lewd and horny drinking song with them. That got some of the older campers turned on a bit. Billy, an 18-year-old senior camper, even pulled out his big dick. Telling Jakko to 'ride-em-hard'. Jakko and the campers laughed their asses off. And he joked: "Maybe later stud ... But first, we are about to stop at the next station!". The group laughed even harder now. And the lad tried to put his prick away quickly.
In fact, the joke turned sour on him. As he caught himself in his zipper. Jakko took the guy to the toilet to help him 'Free Willy', so to say. And once he did, the guy shoved the beautiful packer against Jakko's face. It immediately sprang back to life. Jakko looked up at the camper. And the lad said with a husky voice: "Go for it, stud ... I know you want it! ... And I need it badly ... Go on, suck it!".
Jakko blew the guy's mind. Sucking him off deeply. Twirling his tongue around the swollen cockhead. He made the guy explode in his mouth. Much sooner then the lad had wanted. "Don't worry about it ... A little quick ... but you tasted nice!" smiled Jakko. Looking up at the disappointed guy. "We got 2 months to try this out some more ..." Billy was a little relieved and ashamed at the same time. "I'd like that ... I thought I would be the only gay guy at camp." told Billy softly. "Bull-shit ..." said Jakko. "You just wait and see ... there will be plenty of opportunities this summer ... You'll get the hang of it, Bill". They hugged, cleaned themselves up, and walked back over to the rest of the campers with a dirty grin on their faces.
Jakko had arranged a bus to pick them up from their train-stop. Once the campers knew that they were on their final leg of the journey to camp, the atmosphere changed for the better.
At least for them. Jakko got told off by the camp director. As his spot as a counselor was taken, he got told to leave. Even before his first summer camp experience had started, it got cut off short. From the stuff he saw on the way over to the camp, he also had noticed that things were not as the brochures had let him believe. 'Camp Ridemhart' was run down. The cabins were rotten, paint was peeling, and the gravel roads were full of potholes.
The posh guys, in their 'Camp Ridemhart' T-shirts, laughed meanly when Jakko got told to get lost. Because there was supposedly no room for one more camper.
With his gear in hand, he walked back to the station. But Jakko took a wrong turn on the way back. He ended up at a locked gate. With a sign telling it was off-limits to campers.
From the other side, he saw a limo pull up. So he opened the gate for them. When the car pulled up next to Jakko, the back window opened up. An older gentleman asked why Jakko was there. The man looked like a muscular version of Colonel Sanders, the KFC-man. Jakko quickly told him he came for the camp, but that his spot as a counselor was given to some rich guy's son. And that they did not even want to pay him back his camp-fee.
Colonel Todd Hart told him to stay waiting for him near the gate. And to keep away from the corral next to it. The stallion in there was a mean son-of-a-bitch. He said warningly to Jakko. Mister Hart told Jakko he would be right back with the money. Once the car had passed the gate, Jakko closed it and went to look at the beautiful thoroughbred stallion.
A magnificent, powerful, blond Haflinger horse. But the stallion was bucking at every step it took. And Jakko recognized the fire in the horse's mean-looking eyes. Yet somehow, he felt safe enough climbing up on the fence and let the horse charge at him. Knowing the stallion wasn't as mean as they told Jakko.
It was true. The stallion stopped inches from Jakko. Who had noticed the horse was shaking his head a lot. And with a quick glance, he saw the horse had a nasty ear problem. Plucking some prickly grass seeds from the horses' ears. That calmed the horse right down. Sniffing Jakko and letting himself be petted by him. The stallion even pulled Jakko into the pasture. He knelt down, inviting Jakko to ride him bareback.
That made Jakko's day. He had made a new friend. Even though it wasn't a human. He rode the horse around the pen a few times. Guiding him by pulling on a fist full of the horses' mane's. Jakko walked the horse over to the gate. Cleaning some stones from the horses' hooves. And the stallion let it all happen. Trusting this human completely.
One of the cowboys that had seen Jakko in the pasture had run over to him. Telling him to get the fuck out of there and that he was in grave danger. But he was amazed at how calm 'Mister' was reacting to Jakko's touch.
Jakko talked a little with the stupified Ian. A handsome devil of a stud. Powerful muscular cowboy physique and blond wavy hair from under a white Stetson cowboy hat. 'Mister' was right in their face. Not wanting to miss a second of the conversation between the two humans. Even notching Jakko a few times to go ride with him again. Ian told him to ride 'Mister' to the yard to help clean him up. However, when Jakko got off the horse, the foreman came running at him with his bull-whip in hand. He struck Jakko down with one blow. Ripping the denim jacket sleeve, clean off his left arm. Shouting and cursing at poor Jakko like a drunk sailor.
Meanwhile, the farms' owner, Todd Hart, had returned. Ian quickly told him what was going on. The foreman got told off harshly by the old man. And Ian got ordered to take Jakko to the bunkhouse.
When Jakko awoke, Ian was lying on the bunk next to his. He was wanking himself off over some gay porn magazine.
"Need a hand with that?" asked Jakko softly. Ian looked over at Jakko and smiled at him. He got up and walked over to Jakko. "How are you feeling, son? ... Rod had knocked you out cold ... You fell straight in a pile of crap, so we had to clean you up, and wash your clothes ... But not to worry, 'Mister' has defended your honor. He kicked Rod's ass!"
Jakko put a hand on Ian's masterpiece. Weighing the plumb balls and caressing the shaft. Ian lent forward a bit, and Jakko lovingly took the hot cock in his mouth. Sucking him off in the same tempo as Ian had been wanking. Ian started to sweat and breathe a lot faster. He was clearly enjoying this attention, not having had any oral sex in months. He was very impressed by the 19-year-old's abilities. Ian grabbed Jakko's dick and jerked him off. Even letting his hand wander to the lads back-door. Sliding 2 rough fingers straight in there. Jakko noticed that someone had been lubing his hole while he was out cold. But he did not care anymore. All he wanted was to get ridden hard by this cowboy. And with one look, Ian knew how he could soothe the aching boy.
Jakko saw how Ian put a rubber on his nice cock, and he tried to pull up his legs in anticipation. But the pain of some bruised ribs and the cuts on his left arm prevented that.
"Take it easy, son! ... Let me do all the heavy lifting ... You just lay there and look pretty!" panted Ian, horny as fuck. Ian lubed up his dick and shoved the 8" slowly into Jakko's ass. Laying the lad's legs in his neck, he started to ride the hole with long tender strokes. Jakko looked up at the 26-year-old and sighed profoundly and sharply as he got penetrated by him. Ian got a firm grip on Jakko's packer as if he was grabbing the horn of a saddle for leverage.
As time got by, the two of them got hotter and hornier. Ian was screwing the best hole he had fucked in years. And Ian wasn't even gay! Jakko had seen the ring on his finger. With some sharp thrusts inside Jakko's butt, Ian announced that he was going to shoot him.
Jakko joked: "I do hope you mean with that lovely hard cock of yours and not with a gun. I have had enough trouble for one day!"
Ian toppled over onto Jakko, laughing hard. The joke had ripped Ian right out of his concentration. And as they laughingly kissed, he had to start all over again. Jakko did not mind that one bit. It had been a while since he was fucked by a muscle stud like Ian. And he had already learned some new tricks from him he was dying to try out himself.
Ian pulled out and placed Jakko on his belly over a desk in the bunkroom. Screwing him hard from behind. It did not take long before Ian ripped off the rubber, spraying a hot load over Jakko's back. Then sliding his dirty cock directly bareback into Jakko's hole again. Resting his body on the sperm covered back of Jakko. Kissing his neck and whispering: "Fuck! ... I needed that ... thanks, man ... You got a hot ass, son ... Wait until the rest of the guys take a turn on your hole!" Ian reached around and milked a sticky load from Jakko's 10" cock. His leather-gloved hand felt really lovely and rough on the boy-toy. "Oh shit ... O, God ... I am close, man ... Milk me dry, cowboy ... I am going to ... Ah ... Shit ... Here it cums ... Oh yeah ... Argh ... Hmm ... Oh fuck yeah." panted Jakko hot and bothered. It didn't take long before Jakko unloaded massive streams of spunk right on to the glove. Ian made Jakko lick some of it up, before sucking the rest off himself. "Damn stud ... You needed that too ... Didn't you? ... Remind me to take that monster up my hole sometime ... I could use a good drilling my self! ... Fuck, this was nicer than my girl!" panted Ian hornily.
"Tell me who hired you? I know it wasn't Rodney. He hates gays ... Just as much as he hates campers ... Oh, good God! ... Tell me you're not a fucking camper ... I'd be in so much fucking trouble if you are!" shouted Ian worriedly.
"Technically, I was a counselor, and I am 19 years old." told Jakko. "And since I was kicked out before my job started there, I can't be considered as camper either."
Jakko continued: "Could you slide out, please. This position is starting to hurt my ribs." Ian quickly removed himself from Jakko's gaping ass. Dropped behind him and licked the wide-open hole with his tongue. That sent waves of pleasure throughout Jakko's body.
Bradly, a strong black man, saw Ian rimming Jakko from the hallway. He hissed at Ian: "Lookout! ... Rod is coming!" Ian jumped up and scooped Jakko up off the desk. Laying him under a blanket on his bunk. Jakko quickly hid Ian's gay porn magazines under the pillow. Just in time before foreman Rod rushed in.
"Ah ... Finally awake, I see? ... The Colonel wanted me to say I am sorry and tell you to get dressed. He invites you to dine with us tonight. Only God knows why?"
"Go on then? ... I am waiting!" asked Jakko. Looking mean at foreman Rod.
"What the fuck do you mean, asshole?" shouted Rod angrily.
"You wanted to apologize and give me your leather jacket so I could get dressed. Seeing as you ripped my coat! ... and it's Mister Asshole to you, Sir!" said Jakko boisterously. He had seen Todd Hart standing behind foreman Rod.
Mister Hart called Bradly back. "Bradly! ... Get Rodney paid up and out of here before noon tomorrow! ... Rod, you're fired! ... Get your stuff and get lost! ... I never want to see you on my property ever again!" shouted Colonel Hart meanly.
Bradly looked at Ian and at the Colonel in surprise. "Yes, Sir! ... With pleasure! ... Sir." exclaimed Bradly.
"Oh ... hmm ... One more thing, Rodney ... The boy had a point earlier... You owe him a jacket! ... Bradly, take the cash for a full set of new clothes out Rod's last pay-check! ... And give the bull-whip to the boy!" said Todd Hart, squinting at Rod. The foreman stormed off angry, to collect his gear. "How are you doing, lad? ... " wanted mister Hart to know.
"Well, I am a bit cold and a bit naked. However, Ian took excellent care of me, Sir. But where am I to go now? My summer camp days seem to be canceled, and I am hurting quite a bit. But I don't want to be any trouble either, Sir." answered Jakko politely. Earning Ian some browny points with the Colonel.
"I'll get Peter and Wesley to fetch your gear. And I do hope you dine with us tonight. Then we will discuss what to do with you ... Legally the judge told us you need to be at least 21 to work at the farm. But I think I know a way around that if you're willing to build your own cabin and help out getting some repairs to the camp started." said mister Hart friendly.
"It will be my pleasure, Sir. I do have a bit of experience repairing farm vehicles and building sheds," answered Jakko happily.
"Good lad ... I'll see you at dinner then! ... Ian, take the boy to town and get him a cool leather jacket! ... Fuck ... Leather him up completely if he wants it ... We'll make a cowboy out of you yet, son! ... I like you already!" joked the Colonel. Smiling for the first time in decades.
Ian introduced Jakko to the twins, Peter and Wesley, when they brought his bags to the bunkhouse. The men were in their late twenties. But didn't look a day over 25. Their smooth tattooed hides glistened from the hard day's work they had done. Jakko slid naked from under the sheets, and Wesley wolf-whistled at the sight of Jakko's bare ass. Peter admired the tribal tattoo on Jakko's right shoulder. But both were blown away by the size of Jakko's manhood. Dropping straight to their knees to take a closer look. Ian grinned at Jakko. And Jakko felt his dick being serviced by two tongues at once. For a while, Jakko allowed the guys to please him. They made his 10" stand to full attention in no time.
"Nice toy, buster! ... Your girl must be proud of it?" asked Wesley, impressed.
"Hahaha ... Well, if you want to be my girl, then you may be proud of it some times?" winked Jakko dirty at the two studs.
"Ah ... So you swing that way ... Cool! ... now that Rod is gone, I do hope things can heat up around here. Nothing better than a hot cock, on a cold night! ... Right, Ian?" sighed Peter. And Ian agreed completely.
Ian took Jakko shopping, and they arrived back just in time for dinner. Peter and Wesley did a marvelous job. Creating a feast meal if ever there was one. Even the Colonel ate with the men. Something he had not been doing for decades either. When Jakko walked in, he showed his new leather jacket and black leather chaps to the men. And mister Hart gave him a black leather cowboy hat with the logo of the camp.
"Jakko ... that's a damned good look on you, son!" said the Colonel proudly. "If you want, I have a job for you as a groundsman. The pay is excellent if you work hard and do your work well."
Mister Hart looked at his men and saw they were pleased with the arrangement. "There will be some more changes around here, boys! ... Bradley, I need you and Ian to be foreman from now on. Jakko, you directly report to Ian. Seeing as he used to be the camp's groundsman. And I will check the camp's books and fire the director's ass if I find one comma out of place!" All the men were pleased with the new arrangements.
"Hmm ... Sorry to interrupt ... but could someone direct me to the toilets ... I need to piss like a racehorse ... I haven't been since this morning." said Jakko flustered. And the men laughed hard at that bold remark.
"Come with me, son! ... I'll show you the trough." answered Bradly, grabbing at his crotch.
"Cool ... But could you all please stop calling me son, please? ... My name is Jakko, or Jack for short." asked Jakko.
"Yeah, sure ... And we'll call you Jackoff, for long, I bet ... Son!" Joked the Colonel gruffly. And the men rolled on the floor laughing.
Bradly put an arm around Jakko as they walked to the toilet block in the bunkhouse. Jakko got a shock when he saw the girth of Bradly's big black manhood. "I do hope you get to stay here ... I'd love to stuff this little prick in your twink ass sometime," asked Bradly.
"Fucking hell ... Only if you work me open slowly with plenty of lube ... That splendid thing is huge! ... Man, I bet you're bigger than 'Mister'!" sighed Jakko worriedly.
The guys both took a wicket piss in the metal trough. Laughing at each other's horniness. "What did mister Hart mean when he wanted me to build my own cabin? ... Can't I stay here in the bunkhouse?" asked Jakko.
"We had some trouble with the law when some cowboys abused some campers here. The judge banned us from having campers over, and anyone living here needs to be at least 21 or older. I think Todd wants you to live in the old groundskeepers' workshop near the camp's parking lot. But the cabin is run down ..." answered Bradly jerking his big black meat hard. He looked over at Jakko and then down to his dick. "I do hope you left room for dessert, Jack."
Jakko was up for a challenge. And sucked the enormous black dick. In no time, he got it fully erect. Bradly dropped his pants to his cowboy boots and spread them. And Jakko vacuumed the fat schlong down. Making Bradly roll his eyes in pleasure. "Take it, son! ... Swallow it ... " he screamed as his legs started to shake. Jakko got the milkshake delivered deep into his mouth. Once Bradly was done, Jakko stood back up. Showing the juices on his tongue. Bradly grabbed the lad close and sucked it straight out of his dirty mouth. Jakko was more than one foot taller than the stocky muscled Bradly. So he towered over him as Bradly grabbed his ass. "Fuck, that was nice, boy! ... " sighed Bradly out of breath. Jakko pulled Bradly's head to his chest and whispered: "Hope we can do that again some time ... I do like me some horse-hung stud every now and then!".
Back at the dinner table, the men ate dessert, and mister Hart handed Jakko a contract. Jakko signed at the dotted line. And did not even check how much money he was going to earn for this gig. When Jakko finally did, he nearly fainted in joy. This really was a well-paying job with a lot of benefits. And the hours were very reasonable. Leaving him time to join in some camp activities. After dinner, Ian took Jakko on a tour of the facilities. And showed him the barn with all the old disused groundskeepers' equipment.
Jakko's mind was racing already. He could see himself fixing up the digger, roller, crane, and the old paving equipment. That pleased Ian no end. "Finally, someone who is willing to give it a try." sighed Ian, happy. He also showed Jakko the old groundskeepers workshop and the lawnmowers and other tools Jakko would be working with. And even the run-down state of the cabin did not bother Jakko one bit. He directly setup a cod and blocked off the broken windows together with Ian.
Ian spent the night curled up next to Jakko in the cabin. Making out a little and talking about how Jakko was going to fix up his cottage. Jack told Ian that he had a plan to fix up the roads to the stud farm as well. Ian told him about his duties. Stroking Jakko's cock, making it grow under his rough touch. Waving Jakko's hard dick in the air. Ian went down on him. Every now and then stopping the hot blowjob, to tell Jakko about his other duties. As well as keeping the grass cut, Jack would need to repair any of the broken camp equipment. Like mountain-bikes, cross motors, and race boat engines. Jakko already liked the ideas they floated around. The two of them fell asleep in each other's arms. Jakko had never slept this excellently.
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